Not long after dawn this morning we were in the vineyard, ready to harvest our first grapes. It promised to be a hot day, but the cool of the morning invigorated us. The Golubuk (an Eastern European tenturier grape—that’s a grape whose red flesh is the same color as the skin) weighed down the vines with their abundance. We quickly filled our buckets with perfect bunches of fully ripe grapes. What a wonderful gift! I am still in awe that grapes grow in the Pacific Northwest. We plant the vines and tend them, but the growth and fruiting are a pure gift of our creator. Our gratitude cannot be expressed too strongly. Now we need patience and care before we can fully appreciate the fruits of our efforts, but in the end, wine brings joy to the heart.